Write Me Off, Because All I Have Is A Headache And Absence Of Writer's Block

I have a crazy headache
Left over from when I woke up next to you
(Did I really wake up next to you?!?)
Maybe I woke up an hour too soon
I can't stand being alone
And thinking no one else knows I exist
But back to the headache
Headache, hot shakes, and a honeymoon
And I swear, to keep you safe...

Nothing is as it seems
Just shadows in my dreams
Except for headaches, those are real
Besides hugs and kisses, those are all I feel
Lemme hear another melodic sigh
Perhaps maybe you could give me a tuneful cry
It's not right to get so much pleasure out of disaster
But I never wanted you to change for me
And I ask you to return the favor
(But every time the day changes into night
I can still recall that flavor...)

These lights, in houses, apartments, bedrooms...
The effect they have on me...
Excuse me, I have to catch my tears as they fall
And hide them where no one can see
Because I'm prideful, and weak
Sometimes a poet, always a freak
Actually, that's a lie
I don't think of myself as a freak
Just someone trying his best to ignore who
The world suggests he is

Looking out my bedroom window
All alone, except for my headache
And a shade of you on my wall
Angels cry in the reflection of my eyes
In the medium of the mirror
Why do you all stay away from me?
Why are there lights on outside
But none turned on inside of me
Pencil scratches on paper, late into the night
Because the lights of the city are too much
For my headache and me...